As you know I'm nostalgic lately, and my last two pregnancies have made me very lovey. So with that fore warning here we go. (I've been thinking about this post for a week or so.)
A few weeks ago in church, a couple talked, who were second marriage newlyweds, and both public health nurses. The husband said something like, "my wife is amazing at what she does, to hear her talk about tuberculosis." Brent turned to me and asked, "Tuberculosis?" I whispered, it makes sense, public health is their passion, most couples don't spend as much time talking politics as us. He smiled, shrugged and turned back to listening. I personally though it was one of the most enduring things I've heard someone say across the pulpit.
So as we established in a previous post, ten years ago, the reason I was willing to reciprocate Brent's friendship is he wanted to talk politics with me. Ten years later I'm sure we talk some form of politics every day. A week or so ago, we were discussing something, and he said, you're right, good point. My immediate thought was swoon. Sure I know he values my opinion, but to hear an point blank affirmation after all these years still made me weak in the knees. I'm a weirdo I know. Let's just say, I have more in common with Leslie Knope on Parks and Rec than just the way our names are pronounced. Although actual political views are not the same, we are on different ends of the spectrum.
A long the same lines, on Facebook a few weeks ago there was some post written in a political nature, with millions of comments of mindless blah-- plenty of scare tactics and logical fallacies, but no real intelligent debate. Brent posted a two paragraph response, clearly explaining the issue, and explaining the two sides to the issue. I read it, and I thought, I married the most amazing man, I could have ever imagined. I honestly can't remember what the post was about, but to read his response, made me fall in love with him all over. He is so good at explaining an issue, without a bias. We are a good pair, he often gets bored while researching an issue, and doesn't often research both sides, but I often help him see the other side's perspective. I can study politics much longer than he can, but I never as eloquent in my explanations. My brain thinks to fast and my thoughts get jumbled. It happens in every conversation I have even non-political ones. That's the other reason I married him, he could follow my bizarre train of thoughts, and seemed to find them intriguing.